Perchance - Blog Posts
Someone should give me a fic with god Percy Jackson thanks
Social experiment time:
Perchance
I'll keep an eye out for it if you doooo (*´Д`*)
keigo being part of/causing the problems in the situationship and ppl facing the other way so they don't see it is hilarious to me lollll
touya in class trying to remember what he learned in his old english lessons:
touya knowing insults before knowing how to put a sentence together in English is killing meeee and I know it drives keigo crazy bc why does he know how to cuss someone out before knowing how to introduce himself 💀
the way they provoke each other is so petty and shallow too lmao when keigo is pissed he probably insults touya's (lack of) english skills <- "this is why you can't speak English" "this is why you can't TEACH english" cue fight scene
college au keigo is studying something related to criminals methinks. criminology. criminal psychology. criminal justice. idk but something. give me some thoughts
Zuko has lightning scars
But not just on his chest. Everytime he redirects lightning the current going through his fingers, down his arms, across his body and out through his other hand is so great that it leaves nerve damage on the tips of his fingers, where the the lightning enters his body.
And with this nerve damage comes small thin and long scars that run down his fingers and along his forearms before they begin to fade. I just think it's a really cool character design, especially with the colour of his lightning scars ( the one on his chest would look like a starburst of white instead of the reddish hue after it heals properly) and that scar on his chest also spans out to a larger area.
Everytime he redirects lightning bc azula is cray cray the tips of his fingers become a harsh red temporarily and steam rolls off of his body as he cools down. His hair becomes frazzled from the amount of electricity he's holding.
There's so much more character design potential with zuko. I love it when I see artists draw zuko with more scars other than the ones his face and chest.
Ok, I finished season 3 and... I'm going to make a post about that in a moment.
I have a question and I don't know if it counts as spoiler or what...
Is Kayne Nyarlathotep?
Mf be like "You only like Shanks bc he's hot!" and *glances at his tits* phew uhh *fans my face with my shirt* uhh ahem uhh is it getting hot in here or what
“…and THOSE clouds look like a pair of breasts….”
“…like you said the last 40 clouds did?”
“Perhaps….”
I think I've seen this film before
Ur posts r so cool and you must put a lot of time and effort in!! Thank u for sharing ur stuff 💚💚
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THABK YOU (AND you're welcome) !!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) 💚💚💚
Honestly scurrying around in the nooks and crannies of the internet scavenging for cool graphics & making them has been the light of my life recently, I yearn to collect and create (secret raccoon posing as a bug confirmed? 🦝↔🪲?) and I'm more than happy that I get to share that with people !!!!!! ε٩(๑> ᴗ <)۶з
Idk why but my hyperfixations are kinda always there but AMP TF UP during certain times of the year
Winter?? Alright buddy time to consume as much creepypasta and undertale content as possible and CREATE :*:·\(￣▽￣)/·:*·°★*
hallo, entropy zero fans! i've been lonely so i'm hopping on here to find mah people <3
shelly. shelly stop. you're freaking him out shelly please
original (i got it from someone here, i don't remember who though :( )
could this count as compsognathus? mayhaps
"When I stood in the kitchen last June, I was looking at all the pictures of you on the walls, the evidence that you existed in a space I was standing in. And then you walked into the house -- lord I wanted to cry. Somehow all I managed to do, was put on a dopey grin and wave."
F2U Complex Anthro/Animal Generators
Anthro Generator
Animal Generator
Insect Generator
It’s recommended that you read more about it here https://www.deviantart.com/canischiroptera/journal/F2U-Complex-Animal-Anthro-Generators-824271401 ! Lots of explanations, tips and tricks!
Heya, guys! So, I'm a picky nerd who loves me a good generator. I wasn't satisfied with existing animal generators, most of them being very non-specific (i.e., "parrot", "bat", "mouse"...boring!), and so I figured I'd create my own! After garnering an initial list of animals, I decided to take it a step further -- let's add occupations, personality traits, nationalities, and a bunch more to make a more extensive generator for creating a basis for interesting characters! I've compiled what I believe to be the most extensive anthro/animal generators on the internet. We're talking every mammal, bird, fish, reptile, and amphibian on Earth, 5MB of text, takes like a full minute to scroll through the source code at top speed! Countless personality traits, original attributes, body types, and so, so much more await in this puppy.
Feel free to use however you want. Mix and match aspects, ignore parts, add parts, whatever. Please, enjoy! I hope you find this as inspiring and helpful as I have in such a short time. If you have any questions or suggestions, lemme know! Thinking of maybe adding color palettes in the future, though frankly it's real hard to edit this thing, lol This wouldn't have been possible without thewebsiteofeverything.com/ , Wikipedia, and countless other sources that I ruefully didn't record. All credit goes to them, I simply compiled everything together to inspire myself and fellow artists. <3
what if i put wheatley in the blender. and like. blended him.
This is like a trend on tiktok and i though it was fitting..ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A DRAWN THING BUT I CANT DRAW FOR SHIT, ALR??
(im making two versions of this just cuz i found two diff sets of pics and i love them both)
Idk I've recently gotten back into MHA and i just love shiggy sm, his character is sick
mha fanfic is currently in the works so stay tuned ;)
(TF2 followers; ERR, SLIGHT SETBACK DUE TO MHA HYPERFIXATION, I'LL RETURN SOON.)
you don't "hate kids," you hate being forced into a caretaking role.
you don't "hate kids," you hate censorship passed off as family values.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the constrictiveness of the nuclear family.
you don't "hate kids," you're just not used to occupying fully age diverse spaces so you're not used to the noise or the many different kinds of needs.
you don't "hate kids," most public spaces just aren't built for kids, and so the few kids you see are always uncomfortable and distressed.
you don't "hate kids," you hate the intense social rules assigned to kids and anyone who interacts with kids.
You don't "hate kids," you hate how society reproduces its most restrictive elements and how kids are powerless to resist it.
Let’s pretend I’m not a month late‼️
Anyways, Spotify wrapped my beloved, thank you for confirming my slightly worrying addiction I have to music 
The Sleepy Gangleader- DCxDP prompt
There is a new mob family in Gotham. Crazy, unpredictable, and without motive. Not money motivated either. They just seemed to push off any other gangs they came across. The turf lines had been pushed back further and further and no one had even heard of this boss of there's.
What made them crazy was their fanatical worship of their leader. They were religiously devoted to them which made them highly volatile. They could easily be a death cult capable of a massacre if prompted by their leader.
It was a full-blown investigation now. They needed to infiltrate and find their boss quickly.
(2 months ago)
The cultist gathered around their god and waited patiently for his awakening. They had summoned him to this realm to devote themselves to serving him.
When he finally opened his eyes he groaned and flopped over and went back to sleep. This was his go too response to most things. He rarely opened his eyes and when he did he'd lazily looked down on them like a lion looking at a flock of sheep too small to eat then resting again.
It was hard to argue considering he had teeth and claws. He made a sound between a growl, howl, and purr when the noises of the city started to bother him. Gunshots, rouges, and chaos in the streets risked disturbing their master's rest. Worst it risks their master waking up which right now seemed best not to happen. Their master made no demands but he only woke to eat on occasion.so they scammed to obtain as much as possible to offer to him. They raided many stores for weddings for him as well. Anything to keep him calm and pleased.
Still he didn't react much as he rolled over and slept more.
im working on a new project while i wait for the poll to end (i didnt know that i couldnt end it early 💀) Im gonna crochet dragon!Crowley and dragon!Aziraphale using this lovely persons art as a reference!! @katiefrog217 (YOU SHOULD GO FOLLOW THEM THEIR ART IS AMAZING)
CW: Kissing/mentions of it— I suppose?
This isn’t a fic or anything, I just have to get it out of my brain so I can move on with my day.
Okay so, currently being not normal™️ about Ghost’s mask.
Look, I don’t have a big thing for masks or anything — If anything it’s one of the reasons why Ghost was the last member of the 141 to click with me (that’s a story for another day, moving on) — that being said, I love love love when Ghost’s mask is used as a narrative tool.
Like, as much as it’s to keep his identity hidden, it’s obviously a way he keeps people at arm’s length, right? How can they actually know him if they couldn’t even pick his face out of a crowd?
To me, that intentionally or not puts so much weight into how it’s handled the first time he kisses someone in a fic. (Doesn’t matter if it’s Soap, a reader/self-insert, Gaz, Price, ect.) As much as I love when whoever’s kissing him flips up his mask, or gently pushes his smoke/drink/whatever out of the way— I find it so much more impactful when they kiss him through his mask.
Bonus points if he had it flipped up for whatever reason, and they gently pull it back down first.
I just—
(Not my drawing)
Because to me it’s saying, ‘I know you have walls, and I don’t know everything, maybe I never will but I love every little bit of you that you let me see anyway,’
And then, then, when the kiss breaks, if Ghost pulls his mask back up over his nose, and kisses them again? Especially if it’s slow and soft?
I’m fucking dead.
Gone.
Deceased.
Because maybe they don’t know everything about him, maybe they never will, but he’s willing to try and trust them a little bit more time and time again and they’re willing to respect that, love that he’s trying for them, and are grateful for what he does let them see. And I just—
Uuggghhh.
It’s so good. Love it so much. Eat that shit up every time, inject it right into my grey matter.
Will I go and use this in my own fics with Ghost in it? Perchance. (I will. Probably too much. It will become a thing in my stories like me kidnapping characters, or lighting things on fire, or writing characters hanging out in bars. Do I care? No. Because it’s awesome and amazing and more of y’all should join me in being not normal ™️ about it.)
you are cassandra. in the middle of being possessed by the spirit of your vengeful, undead domain and feeling the world split apart with the festering carcass of your ex-lover being restored to grandeur only so she can be devoured completely, someone familiar approaches from the deck of a flying ship in active battle. your vision is warped, you're barely conscious, you don't know how it's possible that you're still alive, the figure blurs further and splits in two. one calls out to you, the same voice that has been reaching out for you all along, the same voice that called out your name the very first time and brought you to life. you ignore her. the other - clothes a little tighter, some subtle makeup, a pair of bicycle shorts patterned with a flag not known to this world. she opens her mouth - her teeth are horrible. 'blimey', she says, and you feel again. you feel something that crushes against your bones and shocks still your rotten heart. something cuts itself loose from your chest and escapes with a virulent tear of pain through your throat. lightning, bright and sharp, gushes from your screaming maw to its true purpose, and then she's gone. it's over. 'blimey', it whispers into the ethos, a memory as much as a promise to the tragedy of a dying star that may die forever. but you feel something else, you remember something or perhaps you are only now recognising it that nothing can be done. something else that lived in that void of space, you think. nothing more than a collection of cells yet, and still the weight pushes you to your knees. two lines on a stick, you reason, perhaps not even a choice to be made at all. surely not a life to be lived, you tell yourself as the memory of possibility dissolves and the void envelops the very space that baby might have occupied.
'blimey', the whispers consume what's left of your aching heart. 'blimey', you echo.